On Saturday we decided we needed a day off. Work could more or less stuff itself, we needed a time out. So I went online to find some tickets, and bought us some seats in London for a show.

Saturday dawned bright and Fall-like. I draped myself in my new French Connection shrug and a furry muppet-like scarf. Dressed down in jeans, I added an Edwardian necklace I'd gotten as a nice boho salute. I felt good, albeit a bit tense.

We got on the train to London, reading our newspapers and sipping bottled water. As we stopped at one of the stations closer to London, a group of four got on the train and sat next to us. As the train started up, I turned the page of my newspaper and then was hit by this sudden thought-Oh my God. The woman next to me has just had sex! She smells like sex! Like the naked-once-finished-she-will-need-to-drain kind of sex

And she did. She had that unmistakable smell of bodily fluids and bedsheet activitiy, that slighty musky, glue-y smell. She had bright red cheeks and kept holding her boyfriend's hand, which I guess if I'd just had a bit of rumpy bumpy I would too.

We made it to Waterloo, our usual London station.

Once in London we walked along the Waterloo Bridge and into Charing Cross, where we went to the World's Greatest Bookstore, a four-storey wonder called Foyle's. We went in empty-handed, and went out with no less than 5 books. We made our way to Covent Garden, to drop into Ann Summers and look for Coco De Mer-we are both pretty intent on spending time between the sheets and toys are always welcome. Not finding what we were looking for we settled on some massage kit from the Body Shop-I love me a massage, and Angus has promised a sensual massage in my near future.

We went to the Adelphi Theatre then and settled in. I'd bought us tickets to see Chicago, and after drinking a glass of wine in the bar we made our way to the seats. Shocked, I realized just how good our seats were.

We were in the third row.

When the action started up, we could see everything-the actors were right in front of us! It was amazing. I've never sat so close. I was thoroughly enjoying it, even if the bint from Birmingham next to me kept singing the songs along with the cast at the top of her lungs, ignoring my shushing sounds and dirty looks (Bitch, seriously-I paid £100 to have professional actors sing to me. Do you think I really want you singing, too?)

And then the scene where Mama sings "You Take Care of Mama" came on (as played by the fabulous Queen Latifah in the movie. Queen La, I love you and your acting. I just don't really like your music). I looked up, and couldn't believe it.

It was Wonder Woman.

Seriously.

Wonder Woman was Mama. Lynda Carter was three rows away, belting out her song in a fantastic throaty voice. Wonder Woman was three rows away!

"Wonder Woman!" I wanted to shout. "Ohmigod, I loved all your work! Your golden lasso, your invisible plane! The way your corset became a symbol for all S&M practises everywhere! I wanted to be you when I grew up! I even wore wrist guards and pretended they were like yours, deflecting all evil! You should've won an Emmy for your brilliant work on the Muppet Show! I wore your Underoos! I LOVED those Underoos, even when they gave me a yeast infection! I forgave you that and every yeast infection those Underoos gave me after, I just couldn't give up my Underoos! Wonder Womaaaaaaaaaaaaan!"

Naturally I contained myself. This is my third London-going theatre experience, and in one of the other ones I saw David Soul. I have no idea which one he was, Starksy or Hutch, and it's unlikely to change the way I blow dry my hair in the morning, but Wonder Woman kicks the stuffing out of Starsky and Hutch anway. I can't imagine who's going to be in the next one, but if it can be John Cusack then all my dreams will have come true.

I need John Cusack Underoos.

Man.

Wonder Woman.

Three rows away.

The show was actually fantastic, we had a great time. After the show, Angus took me to a Mexican restaurant in Covent Garden, where I had multiple orgasms over the pitcher of frozen margaritas and the rapturous veggie enchiladas (with refried beans, which I have discovered that after many fits and temper tantrums in various Mexican and Tex-Mex restaurants, I actually like).

We walked back to Waterloo, a slight rain falling, a definite Fall chill in the air. I looked out over my adopted city and sighed with rapturous wonder-no matter how many times I cross that bridge, I fall back in love with London every time.

Just as everytime I get into our home train station, I fall in love with it all over again, too.

So it was we had a grand day out-books, massage goodies, Mexican food.

And Wonder Woman.

Three rows away.

-H.

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1 Wow! Wonder Woman. Awesome surprise, wasn't it? You know, I dream of living in some romantic city sometimes, and London is one of the top 5 what I consider romantic, mysterious, the stuff those kind of dreams are made of.

Posted by: scorpy at October 10, 2005 01:01 PM (Cz46F)

2 Wonder Woman!! What I wouldn't give for my WW Underoos. Oh, the good times we had. Glad you had such a great weekend-you certainly deserved it.

Posted by: Teresa at October 10, 2005 01:07 PM (zf0DB)

3 So she can pilot a plane, lasso anything that moves, deflect bullets, force people to tell the truth, is a Princess, AND she can sing too? If I wasn't already married to a Super Model (who also sings wonderfully), I'd be hunting me some Wonder Woman....um, I mean Linda Carter. That sounds like a fun day. Enjoy them while you can. Children tend to make those kinds of days much fewer and farther between. The good news is you don't really miss them. Average, ordinary days with my angels are better than big nights out on the town. Taking my family to Taco Bell is as good as any 4 star restaurant. It's not where you go and what you do as much as it is who you're with.

Posted by: Solomon at October 10, 2005 01:26 PM (k1sTy)

4 Ah, Linda Carter. She taught a generation of men what boobs were all about.

Posted by: Jim at October 10, 2005 02:45 PM (tyQ8y)

5 Never cared much for Wonder Woman. Or Lynda Carter. But David Soul? He was Hutch, man. The lesser of the two. I think I had my first wet dream thinking about Starsky. Yum.

Posted by: Jennifer at October 10, 2005 03:32 PM (jl9h0)

6 Oh lucky you! THere is nothing like a good theatre production to excite the soul. I once took my daughter to see Bernadette Peters in 'Annie Get You Gun'. It was a life changing moment for my 11 year old. We later went to see 'Chicago' in NYC (the wonder woman-less) production but it too was awesome. Our song is "Mr Cellophane"

Posted by: Marie at October 10, 2005 03:57 PM (PQxWr)

7 I think that may be the first time the words "John Cusack underoos" have been strung together but I hope they won't be the last!!

Posted by: mary at October 10, 2005 04:08 PM (o/h3H)

8 I guess that was the Waterloo Bridge. London Bridge was moved tro Lake Navasu, Arizona, many years ago. Tell me, how close were you to Wonder Woman. Did you get within 3 rows?

Posted by: old horsetail snake at October 10, 2005 04:19 PM (Bwih6)

9 Lake Havasu

Posted by: old horsetail snake at October 10, 2005 04:20 PM (Bwih6)

10 Isn't it fun when you have such a terrific day... and then a big wonderful surprise on top of it!! Those are the days you deserve more of, H. {{{hugs}}}

Posted by: sue at October 10, 2005 07:47 PM (WbfZD)

11 I like refried beans. That's why I wanna try fried beans, because maybe they're just as good and we're just wasting time. You don't have to fry them again after all. Mitch Hedberg R.I.P.

Posted by: Brass at October 10, 2005 10:44 PM (6TLEO)

12 That evening out sounds like heaven, honey. Good on ya for having a great time. And Wonder Woman! Whoo Haaa! Underoos -and- sensual massage. All in the same post. You are my heroine. ) xoxo

Posted by: Margi at October 10, 2005 10:51 PM (nwEQH)

13 I LOVED those Underoos, even when they gave me a yeast infection! I forgave you that and every yeast infection those Underoos gave me after, I just couldn't give up my Underoos! Wonder Womaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" You seriously crack me up, Helen. The best seats I ever had was for "Les Miserables" in the late 80's. Like you, three rows back. We even got SPIT ON by Javert! YAY! *grins*

Posted by: Amber at October 11, 2005 02:41 AM (zQE5D)

14 Best seats I was ever offered was for Puppetry of the Penis. First row, centre. Nothankyouverymuch. That's waay closer than I want to be. Evar*smiles* Now that was ART.

Posted by: Jocelyn at October 11, 2005 03:34 AM (p6cmr)

15 WONDERWOMAN *pant* *pant* You lucky bitch.

Posted by: Elizabeth at October 11, 2005 07:05 PM (Xb+jS)

16 I am currently giggling (very quietly) in the library. I wanted to be WW too! Jealous... So very jealous!

Posted by: stephanie at October 12, 2005 02:32 AM (/WWse)

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